INSIDE MY HEAD
If only I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is forever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dirt whom England shaped, bore, made aware,
Gave once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England’s, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by the suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
One of the war sonnets, this work of Rupert Brooke had gained a lot of popularity. I read it many years ago; it was today when I was glancing through the book that my eyes fell on it. It has always held a very special place in my heart. The first three lines of the sestet has always been one of my favorites. Such great lines to describe his love for England, even as I read this I imagine him in uniform, sitting with a pencil in hand and thinking, as ship wages its way towards the war.
Well, talking of motherland, I came to my hometown for a vacation. I was brought up in a small town here. I was 16, when I went away for my studies. As much as I loved the new place, I still miss it. It’s so peaceful here. The place is very green, one of the rainiest place of the world. After working late into the night and living with the hush for months, when you come here for a vacation, this place would surely help you unwind. Here are few pictures.
A Rainy Day
Have a great day 🙂